peach farm!

two of the weirdest, coolest people i know. zander and our neice abdul-qaadir, well her christian name is isla, but she had to convert to protect herself from the sun. very typical here in phoenix.

the fellas

"Through it all there is order and symmetry and a vision of what the completed edifice will be, a vision of a perfect structure, dedicated wholly to the honor and glory of a great, good and loving God" - margaret ecclesine i just knew these photographs would be the perfect pairing!

what can i say?

if its a boy, i hope he's just like this guy! and if its a girl, i hope she's just like this guy!

my body is the host of the most mysterious kind. a human being. i cannot grasp that there is a separate person within. i think i almost did, one morning, but the understanding was faint and fleeting.

life in me!

i wonder, "this has never happened to me before!" i wonder again, "perhaps, though, it has..."


i have the life of God in me, an infinite being. that powerful Someone who defied death, gruesome perversion, and decay has made a perfect little hovel in me.

i'm really anticapating feeling the baby's jiu jitsu moves, but i cherish deeply when i feel the Spirit move.


oh i can't wait to be like this woman!

greg & erin - camp

& noah was only a twinkle in their eye....

i think i had a perelandra moment....

with a lilac tree.

i was utterly stunned by its fragrance, its form, its existence. they visit junipine, like i do! but they come in may, apparently.

thanks to divine intervention, i encountered my very first lilac cluster. i will never be the same again. no seriously. img.credit



by another divine intervention, zander and i were walking habitually to our fry's store, down the way, when we walked into a fog of jasmine exhaling. i stopped dead in my tracks. unbelievable! a corridor of them all escaping over a neighbors backyard wall. now a pinch of them are visiting. they are drenching us.

"smells detonate softly in our memory like poignant land mines, hidden under the weedy mass of many years and experienes. Hit a trip wire of smell, and memories explode all at once. A complex vision leaps out of the undergrowth." - diane ackerman

oh my!

scrumdiddlyrumpcious!

dear zander letter 4

you like him? fair warning: either the smoke monster is hiding out in our house somewhere (underneath with the rats?) or he took a big crap in our kitchen.
i cannot shake the smell of smoke. washed the walls and mopped the floors. your turn bud.

dear zander letter 3

bubba guarding the last of the fine lettuce
cabbage. a cool, mint green.

dear zander day 2

yesterday i went to the garden bed and gasp! look! wretchedness! i immediately started smashing little black eggs and i snatched a flying thing. it was fly like but with bee coloring.
http://www.suite101.com/article.cfm/daffodils/76292 <-- please note
this bloom didn't even see the sun, poor dear, decapitated.

below are our healthy blooms.

thank you for bringing home some color

i can't wait to show you the culprits!

i just sprayed the infected ones and a healthy one on the south side of the fence with stuff we had under our sink (the turquoise bottle). to test. on the north side, none seem to be affected.

maybe you can come up with some bright ideas?

dear zander letter 1

this morning katie and i rode our bikes to church.we happpend upon a magical swing. location: we'll never tell. me and my bff.
wow, isn't pj a dork, just look at him


for lunch we went to a new burger joint. two hippies. and whadda know, there were magical mushrooms. katie had two helpings of those...

McDowell Mountains

a great place to survive in case of a highly likely zombie attack.
and yes, he climbed up there just for the photo. i think he was a little disappointed that it wasn't closer, failing to capture his tiny tank top and his GIANT muscles!

clear creek 01.18.10

" some people walk in the rain, others just get wet." - roger miller

handmade

old scrap from isabel's stash
jasmine rice
to make bobbye her very own heating pad.
pop it in the micro for 1:30 and bing!

a flock of flamingos carried the sun away last night, but brought it back this morning. phew!

the infamous bobbye jean.

notorious for havin her way with the gentlemen, falling in garbage cans, reading trashy romance novels, making the best stuffed peppers, inhaling tomatoes and sliced cucumbers, collecting black people figurines, being the fastest rosie the riveter in her factory.
she lives in guthrie where everybody knows the name bobbye jean. whatta gal!

flyin west tomorrow to see me!

tess is two

meet the the Baudelaire children. (spunky, bright, and beautiful!) and their daring parents.

*if you didn't catch the Lemony Snicket reference....expand your literary horizon:)

zander is more of a flower person than me. my mama grew her garden with ferns, succulents, vines, grasses and so forth all things green.

i don't really take a fancy in growing flowers myself either unitl now.... zander brought home bulbs, bless 'em.

Notes:

with a warm october and november, the bulbs were sitting out on the porch prior to planting them..uh oh. they might have become a little crispy and now are dead, time will tell!

i planted them:

~staggered and in somewhat in a line (which i read is very boring..uh oh again).

~on the east side of the house with only 5ish hours of sun (probably another uh oh, however, the exterior of the house stays warm and might help)

~in well drained soil (compliments of u. kenny)

ETA- March.

Prescott

engagement photos.

celebrating with friends afterwards.